This piece was written for OLWG#163
“If you don’t sign the papers they won’t let me go. I gotta have parental consent.” He pleaded.
“I dunno, Jeffy.” She shook her head back and forth. She looked at her son, next to her; she looked at the sailor, on the opposite side of the desk, where her gaze came to rest. She pointed at him…
“Can you keep him out of the war zone?” she asked.
The recruiter raised his hands, palms up and shrugged his shoulders, “That’ll be his call after you sign the papers, Mom.”
She turned towards her son, “Are you sure this is what you want, Jeffy?”
He nodded his head eagerly.
Mom looked back at the recruiter and held out her hand, “Give me your goddamn pen.”
The prompts were:
- let me go
- a cul de sac
- The way things sometimes are